What is so pleasing to the soul as that which is round?
A wheel as it rolls its way on by?
A simple plate as it bears our vitality?
An umbrella as it shields us from the rain?
The effect of a dress as it fans its way out in dance?
A ring primed with promise as it encircles our finger?
A ball as it bounces or a cup that holds within its walls our joy?
Why does the round hold itself so close to our hearts?